“If you focus your eyes towards the horizon, everything and everyone walking in front of you becomes a blurry mass. That's what everyone else became. All of their dark wool suits began to mesh into one, and they began to… — Cristina Martin Copy Share
“The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms or models.… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
“If you focus your eyes towards the horizon, everything and everyone walking in front of you becomes a blurry mass. That's what everyone else became. All of their dark wool suits began to mesh into one, and they began to rhythmically march in unison, all while I gazed at the sliver of sky that seemed to be pressed tightly in… — Cristina Martin Copy Share
“Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
